"Should you have seen it?" The swallow was puzzled and subconsciously scratched her head.

Suddenly, the guest officer just now slapped the table, pulled the swallow and began to say: "You haven't even read this book!" This is a dream that has spread all over our Jinhua Town, in our town, it can be said that women and children know it, why don't you know? Are you from Jinhua Town? The guest officer who spoke looked at Swallow up and down with a puzzled expression, really wondering if Swallow was from their town.

Yanzi looked confused, thinking yes or no, nodded and shook her head, until the proprietress Linghua called Yanzi, she withdrew from this table and went to continue to serve food to help.

"Hostess, you... I'll buy you the book you wanted! At the door, a child in the store hurriedly ran over, covered in sweat, and saw a red book in his hand, which was a dream.

Linghua hurriedly waved her hand, and said with a smile on her eyebrows: "Come here, show me, hurry up!" I've been waiting for a long time! ”

Yanzi turned his head to look at it, it was the dream again, why, is this book so popular in Jinhua Town?

Isn't it just about the love between men and women, romance novels, but this is too popular, at this time, shouldn't this kind of book be a banned book?

"Xiao Er, I want a pot of apricot blossom wine, and a mix of cucumbers, and peanuts, ah, and you... Fairy grass jelly and stone jelly! A guest officer who had just entered the door casually found a seat and called the second child in the store.

Yanzi just ran over, but saw that the proprietress Linghua also came over, and she was still holding the book called Menghui in her hand...

"Shopkeeper Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time! Your dream is too slow, I've finished reading it today, I have to wait five days to see it, I can't wait! Linghua pursed her lips and smiled, patted Yanzi on the shoulder, and motioned for her to hurry up and report the food to the back kitchen.

I saw that this shopkeeper was about forty years old, wearing a brown gown, embroidered with copper plates on his arms and chest, a black belt around his waist, and a copper jade pendant hanging on it, and a jade ring in his left hand.

"There are not enough painters, what can I do, I'm more anxious than you! I can't wait to find an artist to help me paint! The shopkeeper sat down and played with his mustache, looked at Linghua and pouted.

Here, Yanzi came over with apricot blossom wine, peanuts and other food, and bent down and placed them in front of the shopkeeper one by one.

"I said you, I really can't afford to eat this, a pot full of apricot blossom wine costs fifty yuan, and I can't afford to drink it at all now! Poor, money is not easy to make, and you have to feed a large family, really, really.... It can't be cheaper! It's a good thing that you're here this morning, otherwise you'll close this afternoon, and I won't be able to eat your food again. The shopkeeper complained to Linghua while drinking.

Swallow looked at the scene in front of her, but thought that these two people were good friends.

"Shopkeeper Zhang still remembers that our Xinghualou is closed on the afternoon of the seventh day of every month, and besides, during this time, the entire Jinhua Town is estimated to be your shopkeeper Zhang's earnings, and a dream to see how much money you have earned. Seriously, you're really short of artists? Linghua raised her eyebrows at the shopkeeper, wondering if it was true or not.

After delivering the food, Yanzi was still busy beside him, and heard the two of them talking from time to time.

"It's not, there are too few painters, and the dream comes out, and the rest is squeezed down, it's not competitive, and now I want to find someone who can paint the same as the dream, and then a new album, and... Immediately Dragon Boat Festival market competition, other painters are not as good as painting the dream of Lao Cao, the competition will not be fresh at that time, who will still watch, how can I make money! After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he took another sip of stuffy wine.

It was Linghua and Yanzi next to him who heard it in their hearts.

The swallow turned his head to look this way, and muttered in his heart, Painter? Is it the kind of little yellow text you saw this morning? Isn't that very simple, and this scene of the burial of flowers always feels familiar.

Funeral flowers? Funeral flowers? Daiyu funeral flowers?